460 VERTEBRATE FAUNA OF LAKELAND 



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Slow beaming miles of emerald ? Driven from home 

 By thirst of venture or in search of ease, 

 Did the great wind-blown river of the seas 

 Neglect your heart and bid you northward roam ? 

 Nay rather, deep within your snowy breast 

 There moved the wild solicitude of man, 

 The eager quest for something still beyond, 

 Till the kind fate to which we all are bound 

 Closed the keen eyes that would the distance scan, 

 And gave for storm and tempest calm and rest. 



H. D. Rawnsley. 



